Aurcta.
Fool! Now all my pain
Must be gone through again.
Iris sure your chastity's unstained by crime;
‘You do the wrong thing just at the right time!
Crassus.
Why do you taunt me? All the wood is spring's,
And love is hovering o'er us with his wings.
Aurcia.
Sub pennis, penis!
Crassus.
Hush! you break the spell.
Aticta.
Oh! you great fools of men, I know you well.
But nothing is so detrimental
To love as to be sentimental.
I will yet make you wise.
Know that I have the magic to disguise
Myself
in many ways. Do you feel this?
(Lie still, this heaven were ruined by a kis:
Tam a butterfly, such idle flitting
As toa flower like you is fitting.
Now I'ma mole. Do you think you know me now?
Here is the earthworm severed by the plough.
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